Dear Menfolk Who Will Remain Nameless,
Yes, I am more interesting than I seem. Thanks for taking note. Please start acting your age and stop tugging on my nose ring. You're going to accidentally pull it out one day and then you will owe me thirty euro. At least.
Piss off with your comments on my creative process. This isn't math, and there is no WRONG ANSWER in how you go about writing something.
Ruth, Gene, Ashley--you guys are life savers. Where would I be without you?
Maybe I've just been driven mildly mad after spending the better part of the day re-sizing a chunk of my holiday pictures for better ease of uploading and emailing. That must be it. Normally I want to adopt Photoshop as my baby and love it forever. Today I ended with wanting to stab it in the face. You know, if it HAD a face.
So if anyone can find me a decent, simple, classy riding crop to go around thwacking things with (...why do they stitch tasteless little leather hands onto the ends? If I feel that strongly about it, I'll just slap someone with my own hand, thanks,) let me know.
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